A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 396: Shut Your Trap!

Chapter 396: Shut Your Trap!

Draven did not answer but frantically waved behind and beside him to chase off whatever it was that was whispering all that to him. He glanced at the pillar in front of him and shut his eyes, taking a deep breath.

He really doesn’t care if the crown hates him or not, but this was sort of humiliating. Thus why he didn’t want to participate. Did old master Lenort know what would happen? Was that why he forced him to be a part of the ceremony? To humiliate him and make people even believe his farce even more?

Draven pinched between his brows and without saying a word, he turned around and proceeded to leave with his arms rested behind his back. However, he’d only taken three steps, just three steps, before the ground beneath them suddenly shook.

"Here it comes AHAHAHAH!"

Draven came to an immediate stop and slowly turned around. Just like him, everyone was staring at the floor wondering what the hell it was that was causing such a shake and disturbance. Was the building about to collapse?

They waited and waited, patient, eager, and frowning.

5 seconds...4 seconds...3 seconds...2 seconds...and...

BOOM!

An explosion loud enough to cause one’s ears to bleed resounded within the hall, blowing each and every one of the princes away and causing the crowd to look away.

Draven, who had landed on the floor with a loud thud, slowly got up to his knees and lifted his head. There at his pillar, a blue flame, completely different from his brother’s yellow flame was burning so much that even the ceiling of the hall was beginning to change to an ashy smoky color.

The flames were so huge that even Draven himself was unwilling to go near it.

What the actual fuck was going on?

Old Master Lenort’s eyes were as wide as a balloon. He stared at the flame and glanced at Mikhail in confusion. Blue flames...he’d only ever heard it occurred hundreds of decades ago when their third generational heir was chosen. It was only once that the blue flame ever occurred.

W-why Draven? How could...how could the crown choose him? He wasn’t suited for it! He wasn’t suited to rule at all!

Mikhail’s jaw was hanging low, utterly shocked beyond words. He could not seem to take his eyes off the blue flame. It had only ever been told as he was not there to witness it when it occurred, hundreds of years ago.

Valentine, who had fallen to the floor with a heavy thud, coughed frantically, spurting out a mouthful of blood. He glanced at the flame and crawled after it, getting up to the wall to sit down. His hands clutched onto his sides where he’d hit open the cold floor.

Ryan, Lumian, and Lestat grunted as the royal guards hurried up to help them to their feet.

"Are you alright, young master?" The guard gripping onto Ryan’s hand asked.

Ryan nodded, snatching his arms away. He dusted himself and fixed his gaze on the blue flame, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You’ve got...to be kidding me..." Olive mumbled, turning his head to look at Loui, Pierre, Lucien, Prince, and Ava who sat on the same row with him.

Pierre shook his head. "I have never glimpsed a blue flame before. One this blue and ferocious. What is even going on?"

"Don is chosen. That’s what’s going on." Loui smirked, cackling softly.

Ava flickered her eyes. "I thought it would be either the first or the second prince."

Lucien nodded his head. "That is what I thought too. I don’t even know what to say."

"What will happen now?" Pierre asked. "What will his majesty do?"

Lucien shook her head.

"No idea. But his actions won’t be so nice, that’s for sure. He clearly had too much hope in Ryan and Lumian and I bet he never thought the crown would choose Don, not even in his wildest dream."

Ava sighed. "I hope Don has a plan. His majesty will definitely target him, that’s for sure.

All of them except Loui nodded. He was no longer smiling and his face held a very darkened expression, one that no one could seem to understand or figure out why.

Avelina quickly sat up on her chair, her heart racing rapidly. This was not at all what they had expected. Nothing such as this!

Now, she was fearful. Would Draven be okay? Would they try to harm him?

"Draven!" She shouted, sounding scared and desperate.

Draven lifted his head, glancing at her. "Stay back, Avelina. Please," he pleaded.

Although Avelina was too antsy, she listened to him and sat down. Aurora, who was sitting beside her, reached out, grabbing her hand and squeezing it. "He’ll be alright," she assured.

"Everyone, except the princes, exit the hall at once!" Old master lenort ordered.

Even Mikhail was stunned. Why? The ceremony wasn’t over yet. They had yet to crown—

"LEAVE!!" Old Master Lenort glared at them, nettled.

Without any further questions, all the guests got up from their seats and began to hurry out of the hall. This was definitely going to be the topic of everyone’s conversation for at least a straight two weeks.

As soon as they were gone, including Olive and the rest, the royal guards slammed the heavy door shut, keeping any intruder out.

Now it was just Draven, his brothers, their wives, Lilith, and Old Master Lenort that was left inside the hall.

"What is going on?" Lillith sat up from her chair, a heavy frown emerging on her face.

Old Master Lenort didn’t answer her. His gaze was fixed particularly on Draven who was staring back at him.

’Are you going to lock us in here?" Lilith further questioned.

"Shut your trap!" Old Master Lenort warned, sparing her a deadly glare. Never for once had he spoken to her in such a way, thus, every single one of them knew that the old man was in a whole other level of horrible mood.